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“Truth is stranger than fiction," as the old saying goes. When I watch a documentary, I can't help crying and then I think to myself, "Fiction can't compete with this." But when I mentioned this to a veteran manga artist friend of mine he said that "fiction brings salvation to characters in stories that would otherwise have no salvation at all." His words strengthened the conviction of my manga spirit.”

Quote by Hiromu Arakawa

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Hiromu Arakawa
Hiromu Arakawa

Hiromu Arakawa, born on May 8, 1973, is a renowned Japanese manga artist. Known for his unique artistic style and creative storytelling, Arakawa's works span a variety of genres, including fantasy, science fiction, and romance. His masterpiece 'Toaru Majutsu no Index' has gained immense popularity among readers and achieved great success worldwide. more

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